Owning Ayame

WOOT! Here's chapter number two...I've been really busy lately...*sigh*. Thank God it's Christmas Break! I hope you guys like this...I'm not exactly experienced in the whole d/s department...so I hope this is okay. Lol. Enjoy!

Aki smiled. His new slave was coming. He had to remember to thank Mai for bringing Ayame to him.
He was prepared for any defiance she might give him.
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Butterflies shot through Ayame’s stomach. What would he look like? Would he like her? How old was he?
Most of all, she wondered if she was doing the right thing.
Could she turn back if she decided it wasn’t?
Then she reminded herself…
“You’re already in the limo. No turning back now.”
She had to go through with it.
Just to see…
What it was like.
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After about five hours of being alone in the limousine, Ayame took a deep breath as she felt it stop, and heard the engine being turned off. She had done nothing the entire time but look out the window, her stomach turning over and over.
Finally, her door was opened.
When she stepped out, she was in front of the most beautiful, elegant mansion she had ever seen. The bricks were white, and the drive was lined with patches of red roses.
“You are expected in the den.” The driver intoned, emotionless.
“Th—thank you.” Ayame stuttered. She still couldn’t believe she was doing it.
‘You can still turn around!’ She thought, panicking.
But another part of her refused to listen to logic.
She continued to walk to the door, which was opened for her before she even had a chance to knock. A dour looking butler answered the door; his face was pale and drawn.
“Um…I’m Ayame Nakashama.”
“Then you are expected in the den. Follow me.”
He waited for her to enter before quietly shutting the door.
“Wow!” Ayame exclaimed as she whirled around, examining the awe-inspiring décor of the mansion. It was almost…gothic.
“Hai?” The butler asked quietly.
“Oh, nothing. I was just admiring all of the furniture and designs and stuff.”
The butler did not reply, but instead, lead Ayame into what she assumed would be the den, and quickly left, shutting the door once again behind him.
There was no one in the room, so Ayame decided to take a seat on a plush red sofa that sat directly against the wall. As she sank down, her stomach followed. Butterflies were rampant and wreaking havoc inside of her. She couldn’t have been more nervous if she were standing naked in front of a class.
Because she did not have a watch, Ayame did not know how long she had been waiting when the door finally opened. A man clad in dark navy, tight, denim jeans and a black, buttoned, long-sleeved shirt stepped into the room.
When Ayame looked at his face, she was captivated by his dark blue eyes that looked almost like deep pools of endless water. She noticed that he had long black hair that had been pulled back low, and tied with a black ribbon.
“You are Ayame.”
“Hai.”
“I am Aki, but you are only permitted to call me Master.”
She nodded slightly, still in shock at how utterly and astonishingly beautiful this man was.
“You will answer me verbally when I am speaking to you, little one…or we will have problems. You wouldn’t want to be punished on your first day.”
She thought for a moment. Was she supposed to know what to say? Was there some sort of handout that she missed in the quest for a dominant?
“Hai, Master.” She blurted out, hoping against hope that it was the right answer.
“You have not been taught the proper responses…but that was sufficient for now. For the future, you are to respond immediately when you are asked a question, or given a statement to show that you understand what has been told to you.”
This guy was wholly serious. He truly wasn’t playing with her.
“Hai, Master.”
“Now,” He began, motioning for her to stand. She complied without question. “You are dressed in exactly what I required. That is commendable.” A slight smile graced her new master’s features.
Something inside of Ayame quivered with pleasure. He was pleased with her.
Almost as if reading her mind, Aki replied,
“Doesn’t it feel good,” His voice reached a deep place inside of her, igniting sparks within her core. “To please your Master?”
Ayame closed her eyes and opened them slowly.
“H-hai, Master…”
“I think you will be a good little slave, once I teach you how to behave properly.”
Walking up to her, Aki took Ayame’s chin in between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
“Such eyes you have, little one. Deep and thoughtful—full of question and wonder. Absolutely breathtaking.”
She blushed.
As he stood with her face in his hand, he waited for a reply from her. When nothing came from her mouth, he scowled slightly.
“You are to respond when your Master compliments you, little one.”
“I’m sorry…Master. I…”
“No excuses. You must learn quickly, if you are to be my slave. I do not wish to hurt you on your first day, but you must be taught.”
“Hai, Master.”
He released his hold of her chin, and went to sit down on the sofa.
“Come here.”
Ayame was nervous. She could tell he had been annoyed.
“Lay yourself across my lap, and do not move unless I give you permission, or I will use a paddle.”
‘Paddle?!’ Ayame started. ‘He’s going to spank me?!’
“Lay down, Ayame, or more forceful measures will be taken.”
His voice was full of threat and warning.
“Hai, Master.”
Ayame stretched herself, stomach down, on top of her Master’s lap. When she was positioned as he had wanted her, she felt him lift her skirt up above her buttocks. Cold air hit her, causing her to shiver slightly, after which she felt a slight smack hit her left cheek.
“I told you not to move, Ayame. Cold or not, you will simply have to bear with it.”
“Hai, Master.”
“You will receive ten spankings for not replying to me in the matter you are expected to. You will receive another ten for not complying to your punishment when I asked you to. I will not stop, I will not slow, and I will not be gentle. Crying is permitted, because this is your first punishment. However, the next time, you will hold your tears, or you will not like what will come after the spankings. You deserve whatever punishment you receive, because I do not punish without reason. That is why crying is not usually permitted. Now, I will begin, and you will count out each one, as it lands on your buttocks. Or I will add more. I can make it so that you will not sit for a week, or we can end this as quickly as it begins. It is your choice.”
“Hai, Master.”
Ayame was upset. How could things have gone so wrong in such a short time? She didn’t know what to do!
‘It’s not my fault!’ Her mind wailed.
All thoughts of where the blame lay disappeared when the first stinging smack hit her butt.
“O…one…!” She managed to blurt out.
This continued, and when ten was reached, Ayame was in tears. Her ass hurt, and burned like it had been set on fire.
“You are doing well, little one.”
And so her Master continued. And by twenty, Ayame had been crying for quite some time.
She couldn’t finish counting. The last one…her voice gave out, and she couldn’t finish.
Aki waited for her reply, but when he heard none, he asked in a quietly, yet annoyed tone,
“Where was the last one? I do not believe I heard anything.”
“I-I’m sor-ry, M-master!” Ayame hiccupped.
Looking at Ayame, Aki felt some sympathy for the girl. She had only just realized that she was a submissive, and did not yet know the full reality of what being a submissive meant. And she had taken her punishment so well. No screaming; only crying and a few hiccups. Against what he would normally have done, Aki let Ayame up from his lap. She stood in front of him, her eyes downcast at the cold marble flooring.
“Ayame. Look at me.”
It took her a second, but Ayame finally looked up to meet Aki’s gaze.
“You have done very well for your first night, and your first punishment. I will give you praise for having accepted your punishment without fight. Most would have tried to run from me…but you obeyed.”
Ayame took in a breath of relief, and a small smile crept across her face, though her ass was hurting horribly.
“It is becoming late, and we have a busy day tomorrow. It’s time for bed.”
“Hai, Master.”
As she turned to go, Ayame realized that she did not know where her room was.
“Master?” Ayame asked, uncertain if she could ask questions.
“Hai, little one?”
“Um…”
“Do you have a question?”
“Hai, Master.”
“Well, you may ask it. However, I want you to understand something before you do, however. As your Master, it is not only my responsibility to punish you for wrongdoings, but to guide you and help you learn from your mistakes. And I am also here to teach you how to behave—how to be a good slave, and respect your Master. You must not be afraid to ask me questions. Questions help you learn.”
“Master…where is my room?”
Aki nearly laughed at this question. He had been prepared for something much more complex, but the poor girl only wished to know where she would sleep.
“You sleep with me while you are here, Ayame. In my bed.”
“Huh?”
Aki raised an eyebrow at her.
“I…mean…I do?”
“Hai, you do. I can’t have you running away from me while I am attempting to sleep, now can I?”
“No, Master…but I wouldn’t run…”
“Ah ah ah…you are breaking a rule, little one. You must never question the decisions your Master makes for you, unless you know for certain that they will bring harm to you or another—in the sense that it is life threatening. I am in charge of you, and I will make all of your decisions. You are mine, and I know what is best for you. If you fight it, things will become hard for you. I know you don’t want that. And I want to enjoy you.” Aki scolded.
“I apologize, Master.”
“I will come to bed with you, Ayame, for tonight. But other nights, I may be in late. Those nights, you will be chained to the bed. I must do this, because you are new. A new slave can never be trusted, no matter how trustworthy he or she may seem. It is nothing against you as a person, Ayame. But I must take precautions. And I want to keep you safe.”
“Hai, Master.”
As she followed Aki to his bedroom, Ayame became more and more nervous. She had never slept with a man she hadn’t known before.
After a brief moment, they arrived at his bedroom. When Aki opened the door, Ayame was shocked. Instead of a ‘dungeon scene’ as she was expecting, it looked like any other normal bedroom, save the cuffs that were attached to all four posts of the large bed in the center of the room.
Aki noticed the expression on her face, and chuckled.
“My dear…you were expecting something…more…taboo?”
“…I…uh…”
“You will find that I am not as eccentric as some…with my slaves, or my equipment.”
Ayame nodded slowly.
She watched Aki as he moved to sit down on the bed.
And blanched as he began to remove his clothing.
“Master?”
“I sleep in the nude.”
He stood before her then, in all his glory.
‘Oh my Kami! He’s hung like a horse!’ Ayame thought, embarrassed at the sight before her, and even more embarrassed of her thoughts.
Aki saw her eyes widen and raised an eyebrow.
“Is there something you wish to say? It is not polite to gape at your master, little one.”
“No…”
“Do you like what you see?”
Ayame did not answer, but blushed.
“I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question.”
Her heart beat faster and faster, until she thought it would burst out of her chest.
“Hai, Master.”
“Really, now. I will have to take that bit of interesting information into consideration. Unfortunately, it has been a long day, and it is time for sleep now. Come to bed, Ayame.”
She hesitated as she watched Aki climb beneath the black silken sheets that adorned the bed.
Aki watched her with a scowl on his face as she did not move.
“I said, come to bed. I will not ask you again.”
“Hai, Master.”
She complied, and in the clothes she had arrived in, Ayame climbed onto the bed and into the covers, facing away from Aki.
After a while, Ayame finally gave into the fatigue that had plagued her.
Aki slowly drew Ayame to him, and to his own surprise, she turned over in his arms and laid her head next to his chest.
For the first time in a while, they both slept peacefully.